Winn Dixie

Winn-Dixie started chewing on his paw, and I tapped him on the head to make him stop. "Four ," said the preacher. " She could run fast. If you were racing her, you couldn't ever let her get a head start, because she would beat you for sure."

"I'm that way, too," I said. "Back home, in Watley, I raced Liam Fullerton, and beat him, and he said it wasn't fair, because boys and girls shouldn't race each other to begin with. I told him he was just a sore loser." The preacher nodded. He was quiet for a minute.

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